#31 When you grow up poor…

Your mom will get extra straws at the drive thru. Shove some in the glove box for those days when you could really use a straw. Then she’ll throw a few in the back seat to you and your brother.
Let the games begin.

By the time the car gets to wherever you’re going you and your brother have created an imaginary world where the people are tall and thin and have no legs, arms, or facial features. They wear paper dresses and jump around on pogo sticks. They rule their kingdom of Back Seat, with love and a little bit of fear.

Minutes later your straw guys will get naked and go drown themselves in Sprite. Game over.